Page 16 of Lovely Deceit

I push all those thoughts away and listen to the trek of footsteps outside while watching Oliver. I bet he thought it would take them longer. Or maybe he thought they wouldn’t come at all. Tracing the smooth lines of his cheek, I frown. That’s probably it. Their refusal to help at the dock steels my bones in that very moment. Well, Oliver wants to fuck with these guys as much as me, right? Well, they’re going to pay. Starting now.

Lowering the sheets nestled around Oliver’s hips doesn’t wake him, his perfectly carved silhouette stands out amongst the shadows as I peer at him. I had no idea he could undo me like he does. He’s my best friend and a lover. Someone who can take me to the very edge yet love me just as much when we aren’t wrapped in each other. I must have some serious issues since I didn’t realize this could actually be real.

The more they wait outside, the more restless I get. It’s the anticipation—no matter how fucked up it is. I’m expecting Leo to barge through the door acting like a neanderthal. He won’t say sorry, and it will piss me off to no end, but he’ll tease me with his pierced cock.

And Alaric? He’ll stand back with his God-like good looks and his perfectly accentuated façade, and I’ll eat up whatever crumbs he gives me.

It makes me mad.

It makes mewet. Even if I wish it didn’t.

I blow a soft breath across Ollie’s cock. He moans in his sleep, thickening in front of me, and my core heats with tantalizing need. I lick my lips before leaning over, tracing the line of my best friend’s semi-hard dick.

He mumbles my name in his sleep, and I press my lips together to keep from moaning myself. Squeezing my knees together in response only serves to heighten my need to be touched.

I drink in Ollie’s musky arousal as I grip the base of his dick, brushing my fingers across his balls in the process.

He groans louder, and when I lean over to take him into my mouth, he’s wide-eyed and staring at me. I reposition my boot. Nothing will stop me from what I’m about to do now. With a coy smile, I lower my lips over him, taking him inside, tasting the remnants of both our pleasures from yesterday. He feeds his cock into me, and I suck as he lowers his hips.

“Fuck, Edie,” he breathes. I stretch my hand up his abs, fingers gliding over the dips and planes while he sucks in a breath.

When we started the whole friends-with-benefits thing, going down on him was my staple. It seemed safer that way. Slowly, however, he took all of it in his hands. I’d offer, but he’d decline.

I see why now. I would’ve understood how much I mean to him if he was looking at me like this while I sucked him off.

He runs his fingers through my hair, taking a handful as I lower over him again until his tip is hitting the back of my throat. “You suck me so good, love.” His grip tightens, then loosens as I come up, dragging my tongue along his shaft. “God, you’re perfect.”

I think I might hear a creak outside, so I ditch the slow and steady and suck him hard and fast. A sound catches in the back of Ollie’s throat before a low, guttural groan emanates from deep within his chest.

“Touch yourself, Edie. I want you to feel as good as I do.”

He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I crack my knees apart while on the bed, allowing the pad of my finger some space to rub my clit. It’s an awkward task with my booted foot stretched to the side but it feels amazing all the same. I moan against his dick, and he pitches his hips into my throat. “Beautiful girl, yes. Suck me like that.”

He retreats, and I moan. Holding my head in place, he forces the tip of his cock past my lips. I rub furiously against my clit, forgetting about the footsteps outside until the door finally does slam open, barreling against the opposite wall.

A thrill skirts over me but Oliver shoots up. “Jesus Christ.” He throws his hands across my form, attempting to shelter my naked body.

“This is what I find you two doing?” an angry voice grinds out.

I lick up Oliver’s dick, placing it back into my mouth and taking him deep.

“Fuck,” he groans, rocking upward. Underneath my palm, his heart is beating a mile a minute, sending accusatory glances toward the door, but ultimately succumbing to me. Wanting more. Needing more.

Satisfaction rolls through me at the low rumble of Leo’s chest.

I wiggle my ass, and Oliver’s hands fall away. I know the sight I’m teasing. Me, a mouthful of Oliver’s cock; my body just waiting for them.

Oliver catches my eye. His mouth has morphed into a hard slash that purses when I work him past my lips again, then quickly dissolves. “Room taken,” he spits at them.

“Withmycharge,” Leo grunts.

“She’s not yours, mate.” With a glint in his eye, he takes another fistful of my hair and forces me down over him. Seems he’s caught on to my plan and is playing it up just like I wanted. “She never was.”

I moan deep in my throat. I haven’t stopped touching myself the entire time, and I’m revved up now. Working my other hand further up Ollie’s chest, I splay my fingers across his heated skin before sucking him fast again.

I match the insatiable rhythm of my fingers with my mouth, watching Oliver the entire time. His harsh breaths mix with my stifled moans. It turns me on to no end knowing that the other two are watching this. We’ve played enough games already. I know they want me. But they aren’t going to have me.

Thisis all part of my plan to tip the scales in my favor.

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